Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“What next?” I ask.
“I need your fingers.” He interlocks his with mine for a moment. “Start with one, then two and three. Stretch me and fuck me with them. Once my body gets used to doing this again, I won’t need to be stretched as much.”
My cock jerks. Hearing him tell me that is hotter than I expected.
“Stretch and fuck. Got it.” I try to pretend I’m not nervous.
Tripp lets go of my hand, and I slick my fingers with lube. I kiss him again, take his mouth while my hand slips between his legs, down past his balls, between his ass cheeks. There’s hair there, of course, just like mine, and I ease in deeper, until I reach his wrinkled hole, never taking my mouth off his. I feel like I could do this forever—just kiss Tripp.
He spreads his legs wider, and I rub my fingers in circles around his rim first, playing with him. When he moans into my mouth, I figure that means it feels good, so I do it more, letting our tongues move together while I touch him.
Tripp threads his fingers through my hair, deepens the kiss, and I use more pressure on his hole, push forward, the tip of my finger sliding inside him and…fuck, it’s so hot and tight in there. The deeper I go, I can’t imagine how this will feel around my cock. I can’t believe he’s going to give me this. That Tripp wants me to fuck him, to be that close to him; that he trusts me with his body.
“Fuck yes,” he says. “Feels good. If you curl your finger some, you’ll find my prostate. It feels amazing to have it stroked.”
I find a spot in his body that feels a little different and rub it. “Like this?” Tripp’s hips thrust forward, and I laugh. “I think I found it.”
“Yes. You so fucking did. Fuck me with your finger and keep playing with my spot.”
I like him telling me what to do so I know I get it right. I pay attention to every sound he makes, every move of his body, making sure I’m giving Tripp the most pleasure possible.
“I’m ready for a second one. We don’t have to take too much time on this part. The main event will be our favorite.” He winks, and my heart flutters.
I pull my finger out, add more lube, then try to work two inside him. I’m surprised at the way his body opens for me, wonder if it feels good to him. Does it hurt? Is there pressure? What is he thinking?
When he lets out another hungry, needy sound, it goes straight to my balls, making me throb even harder for him.
Precum leaks onto his belly in a small pool as I fuck my fingers in and out of him. What does it taste like? I can’t help remembering the feel of his skilled mouth on my dick, and…I want to give him that. But what’s pulling me in just as strongly is how curious I am. Hell, I’ve got my fingers in his ass, and yet I haven’t even touched his cock?
I wrap my other hand around his thick shaft, feel how hot and hard he is, the throb of his veins against my palm. Tripp hisses in response, and I jerk my hand back.
“No. Don’t stop. It’s good,” he urges me on, and for a moment, I feel silly. Did I think I hurt his dick by stroking him? I might not have touched another man’s erection before, but I have experience with mine. And then Tripp runs his palm up and down my thigh, helping me refocus on us. “So good, baby.”
Those words fuel me, making me feel like I’m doing something good, showing Tripp how much he means to me, how much I appreciate him, and I don’t feel like I’ve done that enough with people in my life—show them I care, that they matter. I didn’t know how, or I was scared, or I couldn’t find it in myself to care about anyone other than my dad. And so much of that was just to try and make him care about me.
But he never did. Never would. He’s sick and hateful and—I shake my head, not wanting to give him space in my head. This moment is about me and Tripp.
I push two fingers deep inside him, then take his cock into my mouth. He’s hot against my tongue, his dick stretching my lips. His skin tastes like salt and musk. I take in the heady scent of him, lowering my mouth more. I don’t take Tripp as deep as he does me—I don’t have the skill he does—but I try my best, try to do what I think would feel good to me, bobbing my head and fingering him.